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All New Robin - Heir to the Demon #1
To say things have been uneasy these last two weeks would be an understatement. Though he’s tried his best to hide it, deep down I can tell Bruce is more worried about what’s coming. It makes me feel as though I should be worried than I am, but life seems to be all good for me at this moment. Dad’s thinking of trying to buy a house here in Gotham and Steph’s been helping me on my patrols during the night. There have been numerous times we’ve been tempted to break up gatherings of the Crimson Cult but Bruce has insisted that we’re only to monitor them.
But there’s one way you can tell the pressure is absolutely getting to Bruce, as tonight he did something I never thought I’d see. He gave me the night off. Three years working with him, and I’ve never felt more concerned for him than when he told to take Steph to the fair. Most people would think I’m crazy and should be grateful he thinks I’m doing a good enough job to deserve time off, but most people don’t know Bruce Wayne.
He knows exactly what’s coming, and given how much it’s making him act out of character I’m not sure what to make of it. Alfred says it’s down to Damian that Bruce is so shaken up, and I can understand why. To find out you’ve spent over a month battling your own son whilst trying to protect Gotham would mess with, never mind someone who’s longed for a family since he was eight years old.
”You alright?”
”Yeah I’m just…”
”Worried about him again?”
”Is it that obvious?”
”Not really, I just know that look on your face.”
”Sorry. This is meant to be our moment of peace before it all goes to hell. The last thing you want is me moping about.”
”You’re concerned about what’s coming, I’d be concerned if you weren’t. An army of people with Bruce’s training isn’t exactly my idea of a fun time.”
”I’m just worried why I’m not afraid myself. If this is enough to unnerve Bruce, why don’t I feel that concern as well?”
”Maybe it’s because you know the truth. That deep down there’s nothing you guys can’t overcome together.”
I say nothing but pull a face at Steph, a subtler method of showing my distaste for her using such a cliché line to try and perk me up.
”Next thing you’ll know you’ll be saying with the power of friendship nothing is impossible.”
”Sorry for trying to cheer you up.”
With that Steph walks off the main street and into a nearby alley. Nice one Drake, you really put your foot in it there. As I race after her into the same alley I’m stopped by someone trying to sell me candy floss. It’s the second year where the Gotham county fair has been moved to inside the city following Joker’s flying fish incident two years ago. Boy I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget that stench. But it was following that incident that Mayor Lincoln March decided to relocate the fair to the centre of Gotham city, that way ensuring the GCPD can increase security at the fair and also be in close proximity to Gotham should they be needed.
It was actually a rather inspired idea if I do say so myself, especially when you consider that the nearest half decent patch of land for hosting a fair is ten miles away from the actual city. Last thing this city needs is less cops on the streets, even with Bruce and I patrolling the rooftops. Jim absolutely loves the idea of the fair being based in the centre of Gotham as well as it means he has a good excuse to attend the fair.
You’d never have guessed that a fifty-two-year-old police commissioner would love attending a county fair where there’s so much that could easily go wrong, but I’ll be damned Jim Gordon loves it here. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one who suggested the idea of moving the county fair to Lincoln at the time.
As I enter the alley that Steph had walked into, I can’t help but notice the troubled look on her face.
”Something up?”
”I swear I heard someone calling for help.”
”From inside one of these buildings?”
”Yeah, sounded like a male’s voice.”
”If someone’s committing a crime in such close proximity to the county fair it can’t be good thing.”
I remove my bag and pull out a set of gauntlets, my bo-staff and a spare mask. Ever since Damian told us that Ra’s was on his way Alfred’s insisted you always carry at least some way of protecting myself, at first I thought he was crazy but it looks like the old Brit was right…as usual. It’ll be handy now to cover my face and allow me to not hold back if there is something going on.
”You always carry your bo-staff with you?”
”Can never too safe these days.”
”Still that’s a little bit weird don’t you think?”
Did she really just say that? We both put on costumes and go out at night to fight crime. To say that this one particular thing is weird is the oddest thing she could possibly say.
”Sorry, stupid question.”
”There are no stupid questions, only stupid answers.”
”It’s worrying how like him you sound at times.”
”Thanks. Catch.”
I pass her a set of gauntlets and a pair of escrima sticks that I ‘borrowed’ from Bruce’s display of Dick’s spare Nightwing suit.
”Hoping for trouble?”
”Well you can never be safe these days, besides, we could use some excitement.”
She says nothing, but her smile says it all as she starts to put the gauntlets on.
”Alright, I’ll go in first. You stay back in case I need back up.”
”No mask for me?”
”Blame Barbra for that one. If she’d chosen to use a domino mask instead of a cowl I’d have brought you one.”
”I think you just want to have all the fun to yourself.”
”You can borrow mine if you really want.”
”No by all means, last thing I’d want is to spoil the one thing that’s made you smile all night.”
The sarcasm is blatant but I take her up on the offer and keep my domino mask on. With that I enter the nearby building with my bo-staff at the ready. The lights are off and without my suit to power it, the infrared on my mask is useless.
”Hello? Is there anyone in here?”
”Tim….Drake…..?”
Odd. Not everyday someone calls for help and then mentions you by name. That can’t be good.
”Who’s asking?”
Without a response the lights come on revealing that Steph’s been right behind since I entered the building. Damn it Steph this isn’t what I meant by watching my back. This must be what Bruce went through when he was training me, as boy did it wind him up badly when I interpreted ‘watch my back’ literally.
I look forward to see a figure clad in back wielding a katana, similar to the one used by Damian.
”Tim Drake. The great Ra’s Al-Ghul has scentenced you to death!”
He’s with the League.
I need to warn Bruce.
They’re here.
Before I have a chance to grab my phone out of my pocket the figure charges forward blade raised ready to strike.
”Tim watch out!”
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Just a bit of a public information announcement, I'll be picking up Brandon's roles to see Heir to the Demon through, starting off with this Robin issue. Sam (The_Lego_Guy) will continue strong with his Nightwing series (which you really should read) and hopefully you'll enjoy the final product we have crafted along with Brandon.
Thank you for your time!
All New Robin - Heir to the Demon #1
To say things have been uneasy these last two weeks would be an understatement. Though he’s tried his best to hide it, deep down I can tell Bruce is more worried about what’s coming. It makes me feel as though I should be worried than I am, but life seems to be all good for me at this moment. Dad’s thinking of trying to buy a house here in Gotham and Steph’s been helping me on my patrols during the night. There have been numerous times we’ve been tempted to break up gatherings of the Crimson Cult but Bruce has insisted that we’re only to monitor them.
But there’s one way you can tell the pressure is absolutely getting to Bruce, as tonight he did something I never thought I’d see. He gave me the night off. Three years working with him, and I’ve never felt more concerned for him than when he told to take Steph to the fair. Most people would think I’m crazy and should be grateful he thinks I’m doing a good enough job to deserve time off, but most people don’t know Bruce Wayne.
He knows exactly what’s coming, and given how much it’s making him act out of character I’m not sure what to make of it. Alfred says it’s down to Damian that Bruce is so shaken up, and I can understand why. To find out you’ve spent over a month battling your own son whilst trying to protect Gotham would mess with, never mind someone who’s longed for a family since he was eight years old.
”You alright?”
”Yeah I’m just…”
”Worried about him again?”
”Is it that obvious?”
”Not really, I just know that look on your face.”
”Sorry. This is meant to be our moment of peace before it all goes to hell. The last thing you want is me moping about.”
”You’re concerned about what’s coming, I’d be concerned if you weren’t. An army of people with Bruce’s training isn’t exactly my idea of a fun time.”
”I’m just worried why I’m not afraid myself. If this is enough to unnerve Bruce, why don’t I feel that concern as well?”
”Maybe it’s because you know the truth. That deep down there’s nothing you guys can’t overcome together.”
I say nothing but pull a face at Steph, a subtler method of showing my distaste for her using such a cliché line to try and perk me up.
”Next thing you’ll know you’ll be saying with the power of friendship nothing is impossible.”
”Sorry for trying to cheer you up.”
With that Steph walks off the main street and into a nearby alley. Nice one Drake, you really put your foot in it there. As I race after her into the same alley I’m stopped by someone trying to sell me candy floss. It’s the second year where the Gotham county fair has been moved to inside the city following Joker’s flying fish incident two years ago. Boy I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget that stench. But it was following that incident that Mayor Lincoln March decided to relocate the fair to the centre of Gotham city, that way ensuring the GCPD can increase security at the fair and also be in close proximity to Gotham should they be needed.
It was actually a rather inspired idea if I do say so myself, especially when you consider that the nearest half decent patch of land for hosting a fair is ten miles away from the actual city. Last thing this city needs is less cops on the streets, even with Bruce and I patrolling the rooftops. Jim absolutely loves the idea of the fair being based in the centre of Gotham as well as it means he has a good excuse to attend the fair.
You’d never have guessed that a fifty-two-year-old police commissioner would love attending a county fair where there’s so much that could easily go wrong, but I’ll be damned Jim Gordon loves it here. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one who suggested the idea of moving the county fair to Lincoln at the time.
As I enter the alley that Steph had walked into, I can’t help but notice the troubled look on her face.
”Something up?”
”I swear I heard someone calling for help.”
”From inside one of these buildings?”
”Yeah, sounded like a male’s voice.”
”If someone’s committing a crime in such close proximity to the county fair it can’t be good thing.”
I remove my bag and pull out a set of gauntlets, my bo-staff and a spare mask. Ever since Damian told us that Ra’s was on his way Alfred’s insisted you always carry at least some way of protecting myself, at first I thought he was crazy but it looks like the old Brit was right…as usual. It’ll be handy now to cover my face and allow me to not hold back if there is something going on.
”You always carry your bo-staff with you?”
”Can never too safe these days.”
”Still that’s a little bit weird don’t you think?”
Did she really just say that? We both put on costumes and go out at night to fight crime. To say that this one particular thing is weird is the oddest thing she could possibly say.
”Sorry, stupid question.”
”There are no stupid questions, only stupid answers.”
”It’s worrying how like him you sound at times.”
”Thanks. Catch.”
I pass her a set of gauntlets and a pair of escrima sticks that I ‘borrowed’ from Bruce’s display of Dick’s spare Nightwing suit.
”Hoping for trouble?”
”Well you can never be safe these days, besides, we could use some excitement.”
She says nothing, but her smile says it all as she starts to put the gauntlets on.
”Alright, I’ll go in first. You stay back in case I need back up.”
”No mask for me?”
”Blame Barbra for that one. If she’d chosen to use a domino mask instead of a cowl I’d have brought you one.”
”I think you just want to have all the fun to yourself.”
”You can borrow mine if you really want.”
”No by all means, last thing I’d want is to spoil the one thing that’s made you smile all night.”
The sarcasm is blatant but I take her up on the offer and keep my domino mask on. With that I enter the nearby building with my bo-staff at the ready. The lights are off and without my suit to power it, the infrared on my mask is useless.
”Hello? Is there anyone in here?”
”Tim….Drake…..?”
Odd. Not everyday someone calls for help and then mentions you by name. That can’t be good.
”Who’s asking?”
Without a response the lights come on revealing that Steph’s been right behind since I entered the building. Damn it Steph this isn’t what I meant by watching my back. This must be what Bruce went through when he was training me, as boy did it wind him up badly when I interpreted ‘watch my back’ literally.
I look forward to see a figure clad in back wielding a katana, similar to the one used by Damian.
”Tim Drake. The great Ra’s Al-Ghul has scentenced you to death!”
He’s with the League.
I need to warn Bruce.
They’re here.
Before I have a chance to grab my phone out of my pocket the figure charges forward blade raised ready to strike.
”Tim watch out!”
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Just a bit of a public information announcement, I'll be picking up Brandon's roles to see Heir to the Demon through, starting off with this Robin issue. Sam (The_Lego_Guy) will continue strong with his Nightwing series (which you really should read) and hopefully you'll enjoy the final product we have crafted along with Brandon.
Thank you for your time!